CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
“Yes, this is Troy, the new coroner, would it be possible to have a word with Chief Miller please?”
Buddy had already met Troy, but since he didn’t recognize his voice when he answered, he decided it wasn’t noteworthy to mention it now, “Why, yes indeed, let me patch you through to his desk phone, hold on a second.”
“I told you, no more calls from Mad-Dog-Mable about her damn rose bushes. Just tell her…”
Troy broke in, “Sorry to disturb you Chief, it’s Troy.”
Thomas was momentarily caught off guard, “Troy, please forgive me for what I just said about…”
“No apology needed Chief, I just had a run in with her the other day…my god what a mouth on that…”
“She can surely be a handful. So, what can I do for you Troy?”
“Well sir, I know this is going to sound bad, especially since I’m the new coroner; but the body of Bobby Taylor is missing. I’ve searched everywhere.”
“You’re right, that is bad news. You think someone could have broken in and stolen his body?”
“Anything’s possible, but as you may or may not be aware, this area of the building is never locked. So...”
“So it would be very easy to get in and out, day or night. Alright, I’ll have an officer come over to make an official search before we do anything else.”
Okay, thank you.” Troy wasn’t sure how the Mayor, his boss, would take the news; but he did know, he was in for a lot of ribbing from his fellow co-workers.